You Want More SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE

That's when I said to him
I don't think we're gonna be able to hang out that weekend
Because I have plans

Spent a weekend at your mother's house
In the car, not inside
You want help, do not lie
When the winter turns my daydreams brown
I will not want to live
You want more than I can give you
So turn the heat up just a little bit
This is a cutthroat keystone season
The car won't start
We'll sleep in the same spot
So when I see you in another life
We can be closer than ever
Hand in hand, a shoddy truce
Say not the details, only the truth
Don't let the lights move under us
I will adjust for months in vain

No sense, no sense
No sense in leaving this done
Let's go, let's go
Let's have some fun
No sense, no sense in leaving this done
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go